Pusher - Amoral

Never been here before and it’s darker than what I was told

From the depths I can feel a grip that might hold

It’s called «excuse», «lies"and «one more time»

On the surface it’s burning but I’m holding my breath just fine

And the walls waiting to be climbed

Half the steps leading nowhere

Half the steps going spare

No wonder you’ve been found

Walking away with broken legs

To find out the sige has been laid

Walking away with broken legs

To witness the directions fade

Walking away with broken legs

The one who started now begs

Moving on disguised is being wrapped up in lies

Too far to retreat and avoisd the wages

Between two sides to end up despised

Repeat until satisfied or bear the stages

Walking away with broken legs

The one who started now begs